Give Us a Kiss

by T. Thorn Coyle

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All proceeds from this album go to support Solar Cross' prison ministry, elder care, and environmental projects.

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released May 1, 2000

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T. Thorn Coyle San Francisco, California

Author, teacher, rabblerouser, mystic...
Magic Worker.

www.thorncoyle.com

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Track Name: Song to the Secret Name of the Star Goddess
You who open the vault of heaven,
Out of the blackness, come spinning of stars!
Track Name: Raucous Yes!
Raucous Yes!

chorus
Make a ruckus, yeah.
Our voices raised, let’s shake the sky!
Give a raucous, YES!
Uncoil those ropes, let the banners fly.

We are the ones who are tired of the scheming,
We are the ones who are sick of your scams.
We are the ones who will never stop dreaming,
We think we can, we think we can..

chorus

We are the ones who say “screw your million dollars bail!”
We are the ones who are free even sitting in your jail.
We are the untamed spirits pounding garbage cans.
We are linked together, working on a plan

C’mon cmon cmon, cmon, clap hands!
“ let’s dance!
“ make noise
“ c’mon c’mon

chorus

We say! Chevron, Oxy, Dupont, where’s our sacred land?
We say! McDonalds, Mistubishi grown any rainforest yet today?
We say! Nike, Gap, whose kids are slaving for those clothes?
We say hey! People! Take the streets, plant a flower, make some noise!

chorus

We say, didn't I see you in lock down last week? What’s your sign?
Hey! Officer! aren’t you hot in that polyester uniform?
Hey! no, I’m not selling out, I got it in a thrift store for 3 bucks!
Hey! somebody got a wheat free sandwich? I demand free lunch!

c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon sit down!
“ bounce up!
“ give us kiss!
“ c’mon c’mon
Track Name: Hey Mister
Hey Mister,
its really not my place to put you down.
Hey Mister,
its not in my thealogy.
Hey Mister,
I shouldn’t run your name into the ground
Hey Mister,
but I seem to do it anyway!
Hey Mister
I know that I should seek the God within.
Hey Mister,
but in your eyes She doesn’t seem to play
Hey Mister,
I suppose I ought to listen, not defend
Hey Mister, but I just don’t see the world your way!

All I see are your big cars
and the way my neighborhood has changed
It makes me want to shout you out
and pull my hair like I’m deranged.
I want to bring salvation back
I really want us to evolve.
But I don’t know how to see a thing
but money, opposition and false power.




H.M. I don’t have much patience for this game
HM Your mind is filled with profit, loss and gain
HM I suppose that’s just a bit unfair
HM but I seem to think it anyway!
HM I know I preach diversity
HM But that doesn’t make me want you in this town
HM I’m guilty of some fixed belief
HM I’m a hypocrite most any day!

All I want is a better world
But we’re making it a hell I don’t believe in
You see, I guess I’m part to blame
for my lack of peaceful feelings.
I want to bring salvation back
I really want us to evolve
Before we give ourselves a heart attack
can’t we read the writing on the wall?

HM, even if we don’t agree
HM, I’m tired of this us and them
HM I’m not just another freak
HM and you’re not just another corporation.
See, corporal means we’ve got heart,
and corporal means we take breath
I want to bring some spirit in
and see if we can talk of life, not death!
Can you come outside and smell the green,
can we walk that extra mile and taste our sweat?

HM, will take that risk with me?
HM, I won’t sneer and you won’t scowl.
HM, It’s a crazy bid to set us free
HM, Heeaayyyy, Madam, Sir, Mister, Ms. are you theeeerree?
Track Name: Angola
chorus
The men in Angola Prison live in chains
but who do their hearts sing to? 2x

Do they till the fields without satisfaction?
Or bless the sun sinking into sweet earth?
Do their hands get blistered and backs grow tired?
and who do their hearts sing to?

chorus

Do they dream of freedom and talk for hours
as they live together long 85 years?
Do they love each other
or can't be bothered?
and who do their hearts sing to?

chorus

(coda)
We don't need this different kind of slavery
We don't need you to be persecuting poverty
Can't you hear their voices rising?
Who do their hearts sing to?

T. Thorn Coyle
Track Name: Zion
Zion

I don’t remember Zion
We never had a Zion
All that we know is this disintegrating land.
Can we imagine Zion?
Can we build ourselves a Zion
by bringing liberty and justice to this land.

Can we live in the fertile crescent again?
Can we build our pyramids without the slaves?
We can work together, hand in hand in hand,
we can build a sacred land. Sacred land.

We can envision land without the guns without the missiles.
We can envision land without the poisoned waters and soil.
we can envision land where everyone stands free and strong.
we can envision flowers tearing down the concrete walls
Oh, this is Zion 2x

Call it what you want to , but call it back, call it home
Call it what you hear it but call it back, let’s make a home
Oh, long ago, they called it Zion
Listen, long ago a they built a Zion.

Oh, Her spirit will be in the heart that rejoices, 2x
That’s the promise that will make a new Zion
Rejoice, we can make a new Zion.
Call it what you want want to, call it back, make it home.

T. Thorn Coyle
Track Name: Persephone
Persephone

Persephone, moving underground.
Sweet Persephone, down, down down.
Past the clever roots, down beyond the turning worms.
going down below, to where the dead hold sway.
Sweet Persephone, hey, hey, hey

As I walk these cold, grey streets,
I see jewels, scattered at my feet
Pomegranate seeds glint ruby red.
Did someone leave you an offering?
Or did you cast them up
from down below?
To tell your Mother, that you said hello
to tell your Mother everything was OK.
Sweet Persephone hey, hey, hey

I’ll pass the word.
I’ll pass the word.

I’ll tell the rain
and I’ll ask the grass to grow
I’ll tell the wind to blow
to let the birds in the trees all know
You’re coming back.
You’re coming back.

Persephone, moving underground.
Sweet Persephone, down, down down.
Past the clever roots, beyond the turning worms.
going down below, to where the dead hold sway.
Sweet Persephone, hey, hey, hey
I’ll pass the word...You’re coming back.

T. Thorn Coyle
Track Name: Children of Promise
Children of Promise

We are the daughters of morning.
We are the sons of night.
We are the children of promise.
got to make it through...

We are on our journey into the depths of soul
there is war outside us there is danger within.

We walk through the days and nights
in a fog of wonder, joy and fear
how can we see what’s right
how can we make things clear?

chorus

We need to learn to know ourselves
in confusion’s culture, right or wrong.
can we wake up to our story
can we sing a new song?

chorus into:
we are the children of promise-
Got to make a spirit, got to forge a soul
got to know ourselves
got to see ourselves whole
got to, got to do, got to got to listen to
the war outside and the danger within
got to make it right
got to learn to how to be human
got to learn how to be human
let us learn how to be human...
oh may we learn how to be human... 2x
may we learn learn learn
may we feel how to be human
may we make a new spirit
may we forge a new soul

We are the daughters of morning.
We are the sons of night.
We are the children of promise.
we will see it thru 3x
something is alive.

T. Thorn Coyle
Track Name: Song for Siripongs
Song for Siripongs

I didn’t want you to know
the pricking of the needle’s tongue
I didn’t want you to know
that drift into oblivion

ohohoh

Your prison garb swaying like a saffron robe
scent of sandlewood drifting from your fingers

I sing this song 'cause I don’t know how to save you
we stand now accused... oh, your gentle Buddha’s smile
Track Name: God Soul Waltz
God Soul Waltz

Who is this flower above me?
And what is the work of this God?
I would know myself, in all my parts...

Breath up (ha) breath in again, in again, in again
Breath up (ha) ohohoh, in again in again in again